Two Batches
In case it wasn't obvious, this post is PHOTO-HEAVY.
Batch 1: 11 am
Where's the car? bizlazydragon's car is actually buried behind that mound on the right.
Mt. Barbecue again. Looks deep up there.
Squirrels...who should be hibernating, I thought.
Mt. Barbecue again, while standing on the couch. Doesn't look too bad.
Batch 2: 3 pm
The Fuzz, standing on the north side of the van. Leeward side.
Neighbors are dealing well with snow. Nice almost unnel they have going.
Leeward side of the Fuzz's car. Great walking space around the bumper there.
Snowy yard. The varied height of the drifts amused me.
Fuzz's dad's truck, by the curb. It's just fine.
The house from street. I can barely see the guard rail by the front steps and I know it's there.
Windward side of the cars and van. Like the clouds sneezed on them.
East-SE view from the end of the cul-de-sac--the farthest we walked.
South-SW from the same vantage point. There's about six inches of snow packed down on the street that'll be ice soon.
Looking into the cul-de-sac.
Hi, mom, says the Fuzz. I think his boss will accept this as a reason not to come to work.
Help me up, then you can laugh.
That's not a snow angel... that's a snow flop.
You try kicking snow on someone...
...it's not as if he stands on his own. He fell! This time.
Fuzz's friend and coworker's vehicle. Not going anywhere.
Backyard panorama. You can kind of see the trails the dog makes in the yard.
Snow? Humans? It must be Christmas! Time to push them over!
Not a mountain dog, huh? Running off and leaving the poor Fuzz.
BOING! Prancing around the yard.
Snow snuggling Timber. "You wanna snuggle in the snow? Well ... okay!"
Or, you can just look at the whole damn thing as a slideshow. With no explanatory text.
Oh, the sky is blue now. Screw you, sky.
Batch 1: 11 am
Where's the car? bizlazydragon's car is actually buried behind that mound on the right.
Mt. Barbecue again. Looks deep up there.
Squirrels...who should be hibernating, I thought.
Mt. Barbecue again, while standing on the couch. Doesn't look too bad.
Batch 2: 3 pm
The Fuzz, standing on the north side of the van. Leeward side.
Neighbors are dealing well with snow. Nice almost unnel they have going.
Leeward side of the Fuzz's car. Great walking space around the bumper there.
Snowy yard. The varied height of the drifts amused me.
Fuzz's dad's truck, by the curb. It's just fine.
The house from street. I can barely see the guard rail by the front steps and I know it's there.
Windward side of the cars and van. Like the clouds sneezed on them.
East-SE view from the end of the cul-de-sac--the farthest we walked.
South-SW from the same vantage point. There's about six inches of snow packed down on the street that'll be ice soon.
Looking into the cul-de-sac.
Hi, mom, says the Fuzz. I think his boss will accept this as a reason not to come to work.
Help me up, then you can laugh.
That's not a snow angel... that's a snow flop.
You try kicking snow on someone...
...it's not as if he stands on his own. He fell! This time.
Fuzz's friend and coworker's vehicle. Not going anywhere.
Backyard panorama. You can kind of see the trails the dog makes in the yard.
Snow? Humans? It must be Christmas! Time to push them over!
Not a mountain dog, huh? Running off and leaving the poor Fuzz.
BOING! Prancing around the yard.
Snow snuggling Timber. "You wanna snuggle in the snow? Well ... okay!"
Or, you can just look at the whole damn thing as a slideshow. With no explanatory text.
Oh, the sky is blue now. Screw you, sky.